Grandma's House

My family knows I hate funerals with a passion. I certainly don't want one, although I will acquiesce to my husband's wishes if I go first, because he doesn't believe in cremation. However, if you're gonna have a funeral, let it be fun at least. Like the funeral of James Henry Smith:

Smith, 55, of Pittsburgh, died of prostate cancer Thursday. Because his death wasn't unexpected, his family was able to plan for an unusual viewing Tuesday night.

The Samuel E. Coston Funeral Home erected a small stage in a viewing room, and arranged furniture on it much as it was in Smith's home on game day Sundays.

Smith's body was on the recliner, his feet crossed and a remote in his hand. He wore black and gold silk pajamas, slippers and a robe. A pack of cigarettes and a beer were at his side, while a high-definition TV played a continuous loop of Steelers highlights.

Cool! He had a regular funeral service, so don't freak out on me.